I’m not a runner; it’s just not in me. I lack the physique, the mentality, and, apparently, the capacity for runner’s buzz, that elusive euphoria that I’ve heard makes dragging one’s lazy hind-end around a track of a Saturday morning vaguely worthwhile. My nose has a better chance at this marathon than I do, running, as it does, with an … Read More
Playing by the rules
Children, it seems, have their own Code of Practice. The rules fluctuate from imp to urchin but, I gather, mainly revolve around the following: 1. Always run when walking would suffice. 2. Talking, once mastered, should be used loudly and without refrain, lest the skill be lost. 3. Everything can be turned into a game with a little imagination and … Read More
The young and the wrestlers
Ah, school days: best days of your life. Really though, does anyone actually believe that shtick or is it just another beautiful myth we use to patronise young people? I know that if I’d been trusting enough to believe it during my turbulent high school years, even this bright-sider would have struggled to pick her way towards a silver lining. … Read More
Fighting talk
733 million. That’s the number of people in Europe, give or take a few off-the-gridders. Quite a crowd. And, poetically, we Euro-dwellers are all one in 733 million. But what about number one of 733 million? Well, someone has to be first or the whole listing system falls apart. And, recently, I was lucky enough to meet the chart-topper of … Read More